Hanna wakes up and Ashley's like, "Wanna talk about it?" And Hanna's like, "Maybe one day, but not today. Your hair looks nice this morning. Keep it like that. Don't shave it off like a Barbie doll experiment or anything."
Veronica: "Good morning."
Spencer: "What do you mean by that?"
Veronica: "Anyway, Melissa's in London. She says it's beautiful and cold, just like my favorite daughter."
Veronica: "Check out this pamphlet from Brendan McGowan."
Spencer: "To what end? Who on earth is Brendan McGowan, and why does he have a pamphlet?"
Veronica: "Now that Hot Andrew is on ABC Family's other Best Show Of All Time, and nobody's seen Noel Kahn except the State Police Markerboard in quite a while, we needed a new hottie scientifically calibrated to precisely Jacob's needs. Enter Brendan McGowan, a private admissions counselor who gets people into college, even when they are mental patients or whatever your deal is."
Spencer: "I don't have a logical problem with that..."
Veronica: "-- Well that's a surprise, and a relief..."
Spencer: "-- So here are my twenty illogical problems with that."
Veronica: "There it is. There's my girl."
Dad: "I was going to badly make breakfast because I am a man and I don't know how to cook."
Emily: "First of all, why are you wearing a civilian Henley, and second of all, I presume this means Pam crept out under cover of darkness again for the third time this week?"
Dad: "Emmy, being the laughingstock of town for abusing you the second we stopped abusing you has been hard for us all. Don't hold yourself totally responsible for the shame you daily heap on our family merely by existing."
Emily: "I have loads of other things to freak out about. Such as, Hufflepuffs don't go to college without swimming scholarships."
Dad: "Well, don't do drugs, then."
Ella: "Please don't embarrass me on your college visits, people. We are not whores at Rosewood High. Merely victims."
Spencer is dressed like Miss Switch, the friendly substitute teacher who can turn into a witch. Emily is wearing a classic "Come To My Window" sleeveless denim vest that smells like Mary Chapin Carpenter. Hanna's ensemble says, "I am going to da club." It is a night look, despite this clearly being the morning -- although the Seattle-darkness lighting of this classroom may have confused her. Everybody leaves so they can talk about A stuff, which is sporting.